Reciprocity
I do not think that skies and meadows are
Moral, or that the fixture of a star
Comes of a quiet spirit, or that trees
Have wisdom in their windless silences.
Yet these are things invested in my mood
With constancy, and peace, and fortitude,
That in my troubled season I can cry
Upon the wide composure of the sky,
And envy fields, and wish that I might be
As little daunted as a star or tree.
You can read John Drinkwater's poem "Reciprocity" in Georgian Poetry 1916-1917, the anthology in which it was published. Follow the links to view digitized versions of this publication: